The Art of Tetman Callis

all the betitted women, all the embosomed girls,
hippy-hippy-hippy shake me to my foundations as i walk,
to my roots while i stroll.

all the betwittering schoolgirls, all the emblazoning matrons,
swishers of sashays this way and that way,
slackening, skirting, bloused unto perfection.

all the bare-legged havens, all the hosieried homes,
dizzy me to staggering in this heat.
i duck inside to air-conditions, where i watch the walls and scrawl.

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)